yesterday was shit
(im in between living with a friend and my parents house atm) and last night my mum decided to have a go at me because ive been emotional. today (friday) has been a lot worse, the guy ive been in love with for over a year has decided to tell mybest friend he loves her when only last week he said he loved me :( im still in a lot of pain from my arms, im trying not to cry and its all building up. turns out my stepsister and brother are staying this weekend so i have to go back to an empty flat (flatmates away) , everyones busy with their mothers and im going to be on my own ::(
fucking fed up
Friday, 16 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Paramedics just left
i gave in to the thoughts in my head,
i went too deep and panicked when i couldnt stop the blood
paramedics were nice enough, the woman seemed shocked and even appalled...to be honest if i were faced with someone whose arms were pissing blood id be a bit shocked.
i dont feel anything now...just numbness
the spray they put on the dressing kinda numbed the pain
i feel exhausted now
i might try and sleep
i went too deep and panicked when i couldnt stop the blood
paramedics were nice enough, the woman seemed shocked and even appalled...to be honest if i were faced with someone whose arms were pissing blood id be a bit shocked.
i dont feel anything now...just numbness
the spray they put on the dressing kinda numbed the pain
i feel exhausted now
i might try and sleep
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Took a time out...shittiest time out ever
i had to take a few days out at my mothers. Past week has been shit to say the least. Monday i found out a close friend lost her mother, tuesday the boy lost his uncle- all i could say to both of them was im here for you call me whenever you like. then wednesday i get a call about Liam.
Liam was a childhood friend and someone i used to see ( by see i mean a casual relationship), Noone apart from his mum knew about the relationship ( he was older than me and was my uncles best friend at the time) i called it off because we were both getting into drugs (only weed at this stage and the occasional few pills) , i wanted to stop before it escalated ( even though 5 months later i'd be smoking weed, taking methadone and pretty much any painkiller i could get my hand on) we parted on bad terms ( Liam didnt understand why i was calling it off before it turned into something more, i thought i was doing us both a favour). my plan didnt go as intended, Liam was offered heroin, and he took it, few months later it wasnt just the smack habit, but a coke AND methadone habit as well.
Last wednesday i got a call from his mum Lou ( it was sometimes difficult to understand Lou or Liam as they both had fairly strong irish accents, and Lou was constantly on the drink) saying Liam had OD'd and was in QA asking for me inbetween in and out of consciousness, now we'd still speak but it normally ended in an argument ( he hated the fact i left him). After debating in my head i thought i'll go see him, see how he is. Now i've seen people in a pretty bad state but he was fucking ill, He'd become such a heavy user the veins in his arms had collapsed, most veins in his body just wouldnt take a needle, he was skinny to the point of dangerous and had cuts up and down his arms and legs. The nurse told me that Liam had septicemia ( that how you spell it? oh fuck it) was suffering from malnutrition as well as the OD. The lining of his heart was weak also. I went back to see him thursday morning and he didnt seem that much better, he managed to speak a little but not much, He said he was sorry for being an ass about me leaving, how he wishes he'd not got into the drugs and that despite hardly seeing me that he loved me. THAT was hard... all i did was smile at him and hold his hand as i said sorry, i promised that i'd be back the following day. Thursday evening i got a call from a friend of ours saying Liam might not make it and could i come down, i was due to babysit for my mother and she wouldn't let me bail. I asked Lou to ring me friday to let me know when to come see Liam. At 12:13 on Friday i got a call from Lou saying that Liam had gone into Cardiac Arrest and there was nothing they could of done.
I've only cried once since Liam died, all i ccan think about is how things could have been different if i'd stayed with him, stopped him from getting into drugs and actually been there, Liam was one of those people who i knew there'd always be feelings for, we may have drifted apart but he was a big part of my life growing up and before the drugs, always there for me .
Liam O'Connell i miss you and i love you very much, Im sorry i couldnt of been there for you
Sleep tight
x
Liam was a childhood friend and someone i used to see ( by see i mean a casual relationship), Noone apart from his mum knew about the relationship ( he was older than me and was my uncles best friend at the time) i called it off because we were both getting into drugs (only weed at this stage and the occasional few pills) , i wanted to stop before it escalated ( even though 5 months later i'd be smoking weed, taking methadone and pretty much any painkiller i could get my hand on) we parted on bad terms ( Liam didnt understand why i was calling it off before it turned into something more, i thought i was doing us both a favour). my plan didnt go as intended, Liam was offered heroin, and he took it, few months later it wasnt just the smack habit, but a coke AND methadone habit as well.
Last wednesday i got a call from his mum Lou ( it was sometimes difficult to understand Lou or Liam as they both had fairly strong irish accents, and Lou was constantly on the drink) saying Liam had OD'd and was in QA asking for me inbetween in and out of consciousness, now we'd still speak but it normally ended in an argument ( he hated the fact i left him). After debating in my head i thought i'll go see him, see how he is. Now i've seen people in a pretty bad state but he was fucking ill, He'd become such a heavy user the veins in his arms had collapsed, most veins in his body just wouldnt take a needle, he was skinny to the point of dangerous and had cuts up and down his arms and legs. The nurse told me that Liam had septicemia ( that how you spell it? oh fuck it) was suffering from malnutrition as well as the OD. The lining of his heart was weak also. I went back to see him thursday morning and he didnt seem that much better, he managed to speak a little but not much, He said he was sorry for being an ass about me leaving, how he wishes he'd not got into the drugs and that despite hardly seeing me that he loved me. THAT was hard... all i did was smile at him and hold his hand as i said sorry, i promised that i'd be back the following day. Thursday evening i got a call from a friend of ours saying Liam might not make it and could i come down, i was due to babysit for my mother and she wouldn't let me bail. I asked Lou to ring me friday to let me know when to come see Liam. At 12:13 on Friday i got a call from Lou saying that Liam had gone into Cardiac Arrest and there was nothing they could of done.
I've only cried once since Liam died, all i ccan think about is how things could have been different if i'd stayed with him, stopped him from getting into drugs and actually been there, Liam was one of those people who i knew there'd always be feelings for, we may have drifted apart but he was a big part of my life growing up and before the drugs, always there for me .
Liam O'Connell i miss you and i love you very much, Im sorry i couldnt of been there for you
Sleep tight
x
Monday, 20 February 2012
Some People Need A Punch
Sorry For The Rant BUT
This needs to be said
people who ae with are like in love with serial killers, like i will search a killer say Jeffrey Dahmer and it will come up with ” Jeffrey was soooo hawt i wud have married him!” and “why did he have to die?! i cared about him so much”… Bitch he was a serial killer, he was cold, calculating and didnt give a fuck about people. chances are most serial killers given the chance would kill your whiney ass and in some cases eat your eyeballs, tongue and toes. Yes i read alot and watch alot of documentries etc about Serial Killers, i find them fascinating from a psychological and forensic point of view but the day i say “OMG I LUVVED HIM SO MUCH” is the day i will quite gladly walk into the fucking psychiatric ward, this fucks me off to no end, why, just why do some people do it?! yes i admit some were fairly good looking and charismatic but thats two of their “weapons” to lure their victims to death. seriously if your one of those people who sqeal and go all gooey over how “hawt” they were and “how much you wish you had them in your life” then maybe you want you head checked out, and this is coming from someone with a few mental health issues people.
This needs to be said
people who ae with are like in love with serial killers, like i will search a killer say Jeffrey Dahmer and it will come up with ” Jeffrey was soooo hawt i wud have married him!” and “why did he have to die?! i cared about him so much”… Bitch he was a serial killer, he was cold, calculating and didnt give a fuck about people. chances are most serial killers given the chance would kill your whiney ass and in some cases eat your eyeballs, tongue and toes. Yes i read alot and watch alot of documentries etc about Serial Killers, i find them fascinating from a psychological and forensic point of view but the day i say “OMG I LUVVED HIM SO MUCH” is the day i will quite gladly walk into the fucking psychiatric ward, this fucks me off to no end, why, just why do some people do it?! yes i admit some were fairly good looking and charismatic but thats two of their “weapons” to lure their victims to death. seriously if your one of those people who sqeal and go all gooey over how “hawt” they were and “how much you wish you had them in your life” then maybe you want you head checked out, and this is coming from someone with a few mental health issues people.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Im Drunk And I Dont Care *may contain alotta foul language*
I am pissed. in both senses, im so fucking annoyed, with everything, havent spokent ot the boy properly for a few days, hes been stressed because of his uncle and his fucking sket of a girlfriend , the guy i was gonna go see ditched me for fucking football. i hope they fuckin lost! blergh...i am even more of a vile human being when i have chugged abottle of wine and some rum/ i am just vile. ive eaten way to much in the past three days too, i feel fat and i just want to stick my fingers down my throat. this is when a gag reflex would come in handy,. ive lost an inch round each thigh, nothing round my hips, waist or arms though. i wasnt happy the other night, i'd got into an argument with a relative who made a comment about my weighta and it got to me. i now have the word fat carved into each thigh. i feel so fucking shitty lately and its horrible, why can't i lose weight?! AREKHdgsalifhfhsd
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Been A While
So its been a while, I do apologise ive had my mind preoccupied, i finally admitted to the guy ive been in love with for the past year how i felt, it felt like a bit of weight had left my mind but not much, i know we cant be together at least not right now, i know im too unstable to be in a relationship, not to mention im pysically a wreck, im still not eating, i dont want to eat, im still not sleeping at night, its like im a freaking vampire, only active when its dark, anyhoo im off for a day or two
Friday, 20 January 2012
Um Hello?
I'm kinda new to this, wasn't even my idea but still worth a shot, I've basically set this up as an outlet, apparently i bottle things up...this is probably true, I'm indenial about alot apprently. Introductions may be needed at this point
I'm Nymphetamine Girl (Nym for short)
20 Years Old
I know I'm pretty strange and unusual, I've come to deal with that little fact.
I'm a bit crazy, I haven't quite come to deal with that.
I don't expect people to read this, like at all, i'm using this voice all my thoughts, day in day out hopefully.
Nym
I'm Nymphetamine Girl (Nym for short)
20 Years Old
I know I'm pretty strange and unusual, I've come to deal with that little fact.
I'm a bit crazy, I haven't quite come to deal with that.
I don't expect people to read this, like at all, i'm using this voice all my thoughts, day in day out hopefully.
Nym
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